Bill Simmons


The Way It Was - Poem by Bill Simmons

He takes his gun, heads to the woods
Takes the old hound like he thought he should
Him and that hound, Old Bo were friends
It’s what you had to do back then

Looking for supper in those woods
Living on a farm doing the best they could
Life was simple way back when
It’s what you had to do back then

They see a squirrel up in a tree
My that will make a mighty fine treat
They find a possum and take that too
Just one more will make a real good stew

Come on kinfolk gather round
Daddy is home with supper found
And they all laugh with tender care
As grandpa tells the story of the preacher and the bear

That’s the way it was way back when
Living on a farm doing the best we could
Life was simple way back then
Looking for supper in those woods.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 17, 2010


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